Greatwater Lake So I pull up in that Maybach Candy

I know, he replied when she gently encouraged him.

But even after quite some time and many attempts, Atreus decided fishing really wasn’t for him. Besides, his paws were going numb. He bit at the inside of his cheek as he clambered back onto the bank and shook out each foot, one by one. He planted his rear so he could coax some feeling and warmth back into his toes with his tongue.

Glancing over at Inkeri, he wondered if she was cold too. Perhaps she was used to it. Atreus suddenly pictured himself licking her paws like this and felt his entire body flush with heat. He had already come a long way with her, yet that seemed entirely too intimate, despite the practicality.

But once he thought it, Atreus couldn’t stop. He felt desire rising in him, a new and discomfiting sentiment. As he watched Inkeri moving gracefully in the water, he found himself wanting to clutch at her, tug her close to his body. He wanted to drape himself across her back, circle his legs around her middle and curl around her like two spoons in a drawer.

He was too young for his mind to take it any further, though there was nothing childlike about the heat flowing in the young man’s blood now.